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On a hill far a-way,

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stood an old rug-ged cross.

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The emb-lem of suffer-ing and shame.

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And I love that old cross,

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where the dear-est and best

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for a world of lost sin-ners was slain.

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So I'll cher-ish the old rug-ged cross,

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Till my troph-ies at last I lay down.

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I will cling to the old rug-ged cross

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And ex-change it some day for a crown.